I took in ONE rooster because this City Slicker literally BEGGED me to do so - and in FRONT of his adorable 4 year old. I told him we could ‘take care of it’ behind the barn and I thought he was going to burst into tears himself, LOL!
He was a BEAUTIFUL rooster, but such a JERK! He’d barely let me in the coop; I had to bop him with a shovel more than once.
Luckily, ‘Nature’ (Mr. Raccoon) took care of him when he hopped the fence one day. I kept his long, luxurious tail feathers, though. They’ll make a pretty pin or other crafty item.
RIP, ‘Cooper.’ *SMIRK*
:o) A rooster named Cooper. I gotta remember that one.
A couple of my friend’s roosters were invited - guests of honor, you might say - for Sunday dinner, and the - er - host picked them up early that morning. My friend pointed out how nicely the man was dressed, and that worthy gentleman said he was on his way to church at that very moment. But did he think the birds would be okay sitting in the pet carrier for a few hours outside church, waiting for dinnertime?
My friend said that certainly they would be fine. Little need to mention that if they suffered, it would not be for long.
But I digress. It was a temperate enough day, and just to be sure, the Host rolled down the windows before leaving his tender guests to attend services.
So...
The Preacherman was getting right into the swing of things during services, but was rudely interrupted by a faint noise which all in attendance heard: the sound of a rooster announcing the sun.
“Not to be unkind, but it is only the considerate thing to turn off all electronic devices during services, my brothers and sisters!” cried Preacherman.
Host shifted uncomfortably while others tittered in amusement, trying to spot their fellow churchgoer with the cockadoodledoo ringtone.
“Thank you, “ said Preacherman, and resumed his sermon.
A few minutes later: Cocka-doodle-doo!
“Now look, I’ve asked time after time that people silence their iPhones and pagers and what-not! Please turn off all electronic gizmos before services!” Preacherman huffed.
Host shifted lower in his seat, while the restive congregation wondered who among them could be so rude as to allow yet another interruption of Preacher’s sermon.
Well, you see how things went. Eventually Sunday morning services ended and the church’s doors spilled out its attendees to their dinners.
My friend heard the story the next day, when Host returned the borrowed pet crates.
Host said first the children discovered his live ‘pets’ in the car, and once the story got around, Preacherman asked why he’d said nothing during the services. But Preacherman was having himself a good rant, and last thing Host wanted was to take the blame.